the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]

The Duke and Duchess of Kent and Strathearn, Charlotte and Benedict Bridgerton, find themselves on the brink of new adventures as they confront the challenges of the 1814 social season. Amidst the whirlwind of societal obligations, the couple shoulders the responsibility of aiding Viscount Anthony Bridgerton in his quest for the perfect Viscountess. Anthony, seeking counsel, turns to Charlotte, unraveling a history of close love and friendship that raises eyebrows among certain circles. Additionally, the Duke and Duchess offer support to Eloise Bridgerton as she bravely steps into society for the first time. Complicating matters, the news of a royal baby on the way adds a layer of anticipation and anxiety. As the Duke and Duchess navigate these intricacies, Charlotte grapples with the fears of impending childbirth. Meanwhile, Benedict forges his path deeper into the world of artists, leaving an indelible mark on the canvas of their ever-evolving lives. The upcoming social season promises not only societal intricacies but also personal trials that will test the bonds of family, love, and friendship. This fanfic follows Season 2 of the Bridgerton Netflix series, based on the novel "The Viscount Who Loved Me" by Julia Quinn. Book 1: The Princess Royal Book 1.5: The Duchess of Kent and Strathearn - Book 2: The Duchess of Kent and Strathearn Disclaimer: All original rights and credits of this amazing series goes to its creators. And of course, the original creator of all characters and books, Julia Quinn and to Chris Van Duden, the creator/showrunner/executive producer of the Netflix Original Series: Bridgerton. The only new/added characters are Princess Charlotte, etc, and its ideas belong to me.

Anthony Bridgerton based One Shots

" i thought a noble such as you would have defended the woman he loved. " " do you really think that i love you? " " no, but it would be nice if you could at least pretend in front of others. " 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓 . . . in which emma jeanwood was anthony's lover only on paper, and not in his heart. that spot was reserved for his beloved siena. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ─── 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧/𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 ─── 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ─── 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 ©

hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.

This is by H28 on onedirectionfanfiction.com it's wonderful and I hope you like it as much as me. Recommended for 17+

Switching schools is hard, but moving countries is even harder. For Cynthia Olson and her sister Sandy, they have no idea just how hard it will be. Add in her sisters summer romance, drama with a particularly dopy group of boys, and girls in pink who hate her, this year will be one for the books. And Kenickie Murdoch doesn't make it any easier, even if he is good looking. CURRENTLY EDITING

// In the neon-lit streets of New York City, Ivory Mancuso is just another law intern - overwhelmed by her demanding future and the weight of her dad's ecpectations. When a late-night walk leads her to a shocking crime scene, everuthing she thought she knew about her life shatteres. The man responsible? Niall Horan, a name known to millions, but to her, he's just another dangerous stranger with piercing blue eyes and a deadly smile. "You didn't see anything, did you love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His tone was sarcastic, like he found this whole situation amusing. Like he'd done this before. "We're ghosts."

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*